And Then There Were Four Novels & Stories

ly.” The second I reached for him and felt nothing but cold sheets, I knew something was wrong. Kael was gone. My body ached in places I didn’t want to think about, my muscles sore, my scent still thick in the room from the chaos of the night before. The nest was wrecked—torn blankets, a pillow shoved halfway off the bed, and the faint, fading warmth of him. But no Kael. I let out a low breath, dragging myself upright, even though everything inside me screamed to stay curled up and hidden. No chance. Not when my mate wasn’t here. I grabbed one of their shirts—Kael’s, I think. It smelled like him, like smoke and woods and the barest hint of blood. It swallowed me whole, but it was something.

“How can I be your mate and Forrest’s mate if everybody just has one person?” The guys all fall silent and look between each other. I wonder if they’re having a silent conversation with one another through their mind connection. “We don’t know why, but you have four mates,” Forrest eventually says out loud. Four mates. Four. Not just two. Somewhere, deep down, I knew it already. But feeling it and knowing it are two very different things.

Only four words. Phase one completed successfully.

Alexander shook his head once. “No.” Across the city, every digital billboard flickered. Every major news channel glitched. And one face appeared everywhere. A man no one had seen in fifteen years. Smiling. Alive. “Welcome to phase four,” the Founder said calmly. And the car’s engine suddenly shut off mid highway.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

“The Core isn’t rejecting subjects.” Silence followed. “What?” Victor asked. Elliot’s fingers flew across the screen. Then his eyes widened further. “No way.” Amara stepped closer. “What are you seeing?” Elliot looked up slowly. “The Core doesn’t need Adrian.” Silence fell. Everyone froze. Then Elliot corrected himself. “It needs all four.” The chamber went still. No. No no no. Then the screen changed. Four symbols appeared. Connected together. Like pieces of a puzzle. Like the pendant.

“This ends now.” ***

He never wishes to not suffer on his fourth year of highschool since he was already immuned to his unlucky days or worst unlucky years of his lives. But he guessed that not wishing for it may seems to be effective because he doesn't experience worst on those year. Except of course when he thought he wasn't going to march because his toga got accidentally burnt when his mother forgets that he was ironing it. But still he wears it even though at the back of his yoga was all burnt out. He still manage to walks in the stage proud of himself that he've got to pass through hardships in his senior days. That was the last thing he remembers on his senior days.

December 25, 2011 Stephanie's Perspective The same old songs we're exploiting the city, fireworks were giving light to the skies and roads. I and my mom were watching and listening to them as we drink our wines, sitting comfortably outside our house, near the pool, relaxing and enjoying how people welcome the day of Christmas. *Beep* I heard my phone's ringtone, I got my phone that was placed on the table right next to me. [You have one message received from: Idiot]

I don't even remember having a stash somewhere but I did. Pills and some more after. And then, there was no going back.